I got this bright idea today. I would make something festive to wear tonight (Christmas festivities, you know!). “I’ll make a cute shirt.”

BAD bad idea. The bust is like 10 times too big -and that’s saying something – cuz I’m not lacking up there – and then it was like 10 times too small in the waist and hip area – which is really not all that surprising. So, about one o’clock I gave up, put a frozen pizza in (hmm….shocking I have waist problems when I eat such wonderful meals, eh?) and threw it in the trash.

EEK – I know! I feel a little bit lot guilty about that. I really do. But you see – that fabric has absorbed so much anger and frustration and if I touch it again the same feelings will immediately overwhelm me and therefore ruin any re-purposing project I might attempt. The good news is that it’s in my sewing trash and not the kitchen trash, so if guilt is still ruling my life tomorrow morning, it may get rescued – only to immediately be cut apart so I don’t have to remember the horrific experience from this morning. Sorry no pictures of the first disaster – you know, the whole anger ruling over me thing.

Okay – so it’s like 1:30. You think I would give up on the whole “I should make something to wear tonight” thought. Would you believe that I am just a little bit stubborn?!?!? So I start over with a new pattern and new fabric. (And no, I didn’t pre-wash my fabric – I have no time for such formalities at this point.) I’m nearly finished when my hubby arrives home at 3:45. I just have to hem the tunic and sew on a button. I try it on – and then my husband says something genius like “You’re wearing that? It doesn’t look finished.” The translation in my head goes more like this. “Oh my Lord, you look horrible – you fat cow.” So I rip it off, put on my black sweater (black is slimming, you know) and stomp back downstairs. *sigh*

Just now I decided to try it on again. It’s not THAT bad – is it? Maybe it’s the whole long shirt/dress thing over jeans that really messed up my husband. (I’m hoping it wasn’t the fat cow thing.) I am meeting some friends tomorrow for lunch – maybe I’ll wear it then (if I get the hem done – oh yeah, and the tie sash thingy – right now that’s just a strip of fabric.)

The earrings, however, are good no matter what I wear. They are from my friend ModMoxie. I think they are wonderful! Visions of sugar plums dance in my head.